the ones i love most, scattered around the world.
London, Paris, Dubai, Montreal etc.
the ones left here go through waves of anger and sadness.
their loved ones are scattered around the world.
and they’re looking to join them.
and everybody asks me when my turn is coming, assuming that i’m joking when i say i’m not leaving.
but there’s a simple answer,
i love it here.
it’s my home.
i can’t be think of myself being anywhere else in the world right now.
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 4:25 PM UTC
the ones i love most, scattered around the world.
London, Paris, Dubai, Montreal etc.
the ones left here go through waves of anger and sadness.
their loved ones are scattered around the world.
and they’re looking to join them.
and everybody asks me when my turn is coming, assuming that i’m joking when i say i’m not leaving.
but there’s a simple answer,
i love it here.
it’s my home.
i can’t be think of myself being anywhere else in the world right now.
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